Mara
I was stirring the pasta sauce when I heard his bike pull into the garage.
My entire body went rigid. The wooden spoon froze in my hand. I kept my eyes on the pot, on the tomato sauce bubbling gently and refused to acknowledge his presence even as every nerve ending in my body screamed that he was there.
His boots sounded heavy on the kitchen tile.
"I didn't know you could cook, Princess." Zander said.
I didn't turn around. I couldn't. If I turned around and saw him looking at me the way he usually did, I'd lose whatever fragile composure I'd managed to build over the past day.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," I said, my voice steady even though my hands were shaking.
"Like how you're a pro at using someone and discarding them?"
The words landed like a slap
